Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Oh. Did you blow him…the British guy?”
“No, Mason.”
I swore I could feel his smile from a few feet away. It did something funny to my insides and made it difficult to maintain the mental distance I needed to get through another night with Trinsky.
Today had been a colossal mistake. Extremely hot albeit a big, bad idea.
And here we were again.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but it sounds like you’ve done more with me than anyone else with a dick. I think I’m honored.”
“Don’t be,” I huffed.
“Well, it doesn’t change the fact that you know something about yourself that I’m just grappling with today. I mean, geez, I might be…bi.”
“Congratulations. Your dating pool has just doubled.”
Trinsky snort-laughed. “I can’t do anything about that unless I retire tomorrow.”
“That’s not true. There are plenty of out bisexual players now.”
“No. There’s Denny, and he’s exceptional. Everyone else has retired. I wouldn’t want the spotlight he’s had to deal with ’cause of his personal life. Maybe it’s the same for you. In my case, I’m not even sure the bi-ness is true. Like I said, you’re the only one I’ve ever—”
“Got it. Unfortunately, I’d have to charge you for a repeat.”
“That’s cool. I’m loaded.”
I snickered at his ludicrous bravado. “It’s hard to believe there’s room for me, you, and your ego in this tent.”
“And my dick. Which is also huge…as you now know.”
“Average,” I teased.
“Everyone’s a comedian. Even average hockey players,” he singsonged.
“Oh. Now who’s a comedian? Are you sure you want to compare and analyze stats?”
“Fuck, no. Mine are better for sure, but—”
“Fuck off, Trinsky,” I grumbled, hating that it was true. He’d had a better year than me by a long shot, and that definitely wasn’t something I wanted to think about.
“I like it better when you call me Mason.”
Great. Now I was smiling. “Good night, Trinsky.”
He hummed. “Fair warning…I’m absolutely gonna jack off.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you aren’t. And if I turn on this light and your hand is in your underwear, I’m…”
“You’re gonna what? Spank me? I could be into that.”
Me too.
My cock swelled in my boxer briefs. No, no, no. He had to stop talking…now.
“Trinsky…”
“I dated a girl who got off on spanking. She wanted to be over my knee, insisted on calling me daddy…the whole shebang. Not my go-to kink, but it was hot.” The sound of shifting fabric permeated the tent, followed by tapping.
I turned on the lantern. “What are you doing?”
He blinked, holding his hands up in surrender. “Nothing.”
“You were jerking off.”
“Unless I’m a ventriloquist jerker, I don’t think that’s possible.”
I gave Trinsky an irritated look, hating that my traitorous body responded to his inked muscular chest, mussed hair, and stupid grin. I wanted to punch him, but I laughed ’cause…ventriloquist jerker?
“Maybe not, but—keep your hands on top of the covers,” I chided.
“Make me.”
It was a juvenile dare, a playful tease. I didn’t have to take the bait. I knew better. I was smarter than that.
Okay, maybe not.
I pushed my sleeping bag out of the way and pounced, straddling his thighs as I grabbed his hands. Trinsky grinned like a madman before bucking me off and rolling on top of me. I used all my might to switch our positions, gasping at the feel of his hard cock through two layers of cotton.
We stared at each other as if weighing options and consequences, and deciding at the same time that this wasn’t over. Not yet.
Our mouths collided in a punishing grind we slowly softened to a real kiss with parted lips and frenzied tongues. I feasted like a starving man, sucking and licking, molding our hips and sliding my aching shaft alongside his.
It was like the forest again but better. The element of total surprise had been replaced by a hedonistic quest to know what it felt like to be with a man. At least, that was my story. I wasn’t thrilled that Trinsky was my partner in this, but on the other hand, he was exactly what I wanted—thick, muscular, edgy. Even better…I knew Trinsky didn’t expect anything from me. He had as much to lose as I did.
I set aside my preconceived notions and years’ worth of dislike, and let my baser instincts rule. This was all about my cock. And his.
“This feel okay?” I whispered, tilting my hip against his, my arms caged on either side of his head.
“Fuck, yes.”
Mason cupped my ass, slipping his fingers under the elastic of my PJ bottoms and boxer briefs. I groaned. His hands were huge, and he wasn’t gentle in the slightest. He pawed at my bare cheeks, pulling them apart and squeezing. Maybe he’d never been with a dude, but he obviously had experience and he wasn’t afraid to try something new.
He made me feel brave.
“Let me touch you. Take ’em off.” I snapped his briefs meaningfully.